Chapter 4

Young Miss Honeysuckle Preston was not of royal lineage by any stretch of the imagination but she did have aspirations of securing a husband of reputable stock and with income that was suited to her liking and a lifestyle of comfort and noticeable lack of concern about the cost of this or the price of that when a whim for consumerism hit her smack dab between the eyes and she simply had to have the item regardless of expense.

She thought she had found the best man for the job of bedding her and putting her with child but the fellow stupidly fell off his horse at the first jump on an early morning’s hunt.

Now she had this Doctor Sir William fellow sniffing after the scent of her sweet pussy and she knew she would have to accept his offer because she was aging rapidly in a society that valued youth above all else with the possible exception of cold, hard cash.

She felt that she had hooked the good Doctor, hook, line, and sinker all on the up and up, as fair and square as possible in these trying times of unstable economic fortune. Honeysuckle considered that she had made a good deal and was willing to play the role of dutiful wife and mother just as her soon-to-be husband sealed the deal in the marriage bed on their very first night was man and wife. In the interim she was willing to make do with the dark skinned upstairs maid Becky, her best friend forever Rosanna with her beautiful ass and busy little tongue all a-flutter with nervous energy and last but not least, her Irish Setter Prince with his long wet tongue and demanding doggie dick that was more passionate than logical in making her his bitch. That trio of carpet munchers would keep her carnal fires at bay until after the wedding. Of course, after the honeymoon, she fully intended to shop for a suitable lover, preferably French with extensive experience in satisfying female companions in nocturnal activities.

The prospective groom had his fair share of baggage that she had investigated at length and came away satisfied it was all under control and of no consequence considering his annual income and his promise of sharing that he had made without any prompting on her part.

There was the matter of his recently demised first wife whose considerable fortune now comprised the bulk of his wealth and income at least until his wealthy grandmother passed away with him as the sole solitary heir to her estate. As the old dame was fast approaching ninety, she had not doubts it would be in the relatively near future and they could move to the family estate that dominated the local countryside with its overpowering size and well-tended gardens and ponds filled with varied fish and the forests with game of every species in abundance due to lack of poachers with nerve enough to test Doctor Williams security arrangements and his harsh way of dealing with poachers foolish enough to contest his resolve in such matters.

Of more serious concern was his unfortunate wards bestowed on him at an early age and both much in need of domestic discipline to correct their capricious nature of flighty feminine fancies that confirmed they were creatures of common roots and not cured of their sensitivity to showing him respect and obedience for putting a roof over their pretty heads and pampering them beyond simple rural necessities of life. The two girls were as dissimilar as night and day or darkness and light and their names were Doreen and Bree. On the outside, the wayward wards were utterly charming and fine examples of British womanhood at its best in a demanding society that valued modest behavior at all times.

Honeysuckle, of course, had penetrated that soft cover of long suffering femininity and determined that the girls at seventeen were both rotten to the core with their greed and avarice and dissolute sensuality. It never failed to bring them literally to their knees more often than not in tending to Doctor Sir William’s addiction to degenerate forms of physicality. His fantasies emphasized sins of the flesh and the vilest expressions of degrading humiliation he was able to devise to torment the poor creatures fully under his complete control in every way imaginable.

Doreen was the dark haired one and she was the one that delved into the secrets of black magic and the rituals she followed were devoted to the adoration of the fallen angel of darkness from many generations ago.

Bree was the child of goodness and light and she was slave to her hidden desires that had caused her fall from grace the moment that she had come under the good Doctor’s powerful sway of control over her body and soul.

Honeysuckle was not in the least bit upset by their presence in her household of the future because she would much rather have all the family sins to be internal and not external. At least she would be able to share in the girl’s promiscuous nature and it would assist her in keeping her husband at home and away from the fleshpots of society that had been the ruin of many a young man and some more mature ones as well.

She also did not miss the fact that the Doctor’s household had a large number of female servants with light duties that all seemed unusually devoted to their master in a way that could only be described as mindless and submissive. It had annoyed her at first but she quickly came to accept it because it made her domestic chores much more manageable all things considered.